Fraya
I hate it! The guilt that is constantly eating at me. I know I didn't do anything wrong and I know I never took it anywhere with Donahue and I know that I really did fight the need I have for him, but the guilt keeps clawing at me. I was supposed to go for my run this morning, ignore that Donahue isn't far behind me and just go about my day, but I stopped in front of his door because I craved him. I craved having him close instead of five feet behind me. I craved feeling his warmth and having his scent surround me. I should've just kept walking, should've gone on my run and never stopped.
But I did stop. I stopped and I told him everything. I stopped and I told him that I deserved being punished, that I deserve being hated. I told him that I deserved it because I found comfort in
